บท 167: 164: Sin; reaching for the forbidden flower

How did this story start, how did this misery come to be the symphony of agony? The darkness, the wretched morality of a single man which led to a twist in two life times.

How did this happen?

It was a simple story, it was a simple tale, a past, a history. It was a mundane design written in the scroll of fate, mandated by the fates. Fables and myths, so intertwined yet so extremely segregated.

It all started, long, long ago. From a single man to an entire lineage, a curse, an ill-fated relationship from a single man to all those who shared his blood.

Confined to a single place, a single land. This was the curse. How was it so?

(”My Lord we beg of you!“ Cries of mercy filled the entire place, a high citadel surrounded by tall walls and an even bigger army of soldiers. "We are not at fault! Let us live, we shall leave these lands and never show our faces again!"

Screams of terror, of pain, of horror; all of them echoed within the walls. The horrible confinement.